Amelia Hawke yawned, she had gone three days without sleep. She needed it, and soon.
Moonlight bathed the woods and herself, the wind whispered through the trees.
Something hit her on the head, and she fell to the ground, face in the dirt. She was flipped over onto her back.
"Hm...the Champion of Kirkwall?" a voice hummed as her vision blurred and went black.
-x-x-x-
Her eyes flicked open and she moaned, sitting up. In front of her were metal bars, she was caged.
"So, your awake, Champion?" a man asked. Amelia blinked her golden eyes.
"Where am I? Who are you?" she questioned.
"Tevinter." he said simply.
"Your a magister, aren't you?" she asked. He nodded. "I...are you going to do something to me? No..." she trailed off. "Not lyrium. No."
"Oh, but it worked so well for Danarius." the magister replied.
"He is dead, so no, it didn't. I know the elf who has the markings, he is strong. Powerful. He killed Danarius. And Hadriana." Amelia snapped.
"Oh? He is? Well, I suppose that I'd get all the glory then." he shrugged, cutting his wrist. Amelia couldn't move.
"Blood magic!" she snarled.
"Your a smart girl, aren't you?" he laughed. Amelia's eyes closed and she heard cackling.
-x-x-x-
As Amelia awoke, she saw she was in some sort of temple. There were colorful windows and paintings all around.
All she was wearing was her bra and panties. Her hair was limp against her back and face, and her body felt numb.
Suddenly there was light and pain gripped body and she screamed. Raw lyrium touched her skin and her body convulsed.
"Memories, lock them away!" she hissed to herself, remembering how Fenris told her he hadn't remembered anything before the ritual.
She heard words, faintly, being chanted. Another scream of agony escaped her lips and her back arched. The chains around her wrists clanked on the ground as another spasm of pain ceased her.
Moments passed of the agony and her back slammed into the ground with a thud. The light faded and there were footsteps.
The magister looked down at her.
"Still alive? Good." he said, she managed to sit up and get to her feet, pain gripping her whole body as she did.
"Yes," she managed, gritting her teeth, raising her arm and posing it. She knew of the skills she now possessed. "I am, but you won't be."
"No you can't kill-" he was cut off as her fist phased through his chest and she gripped his heart, then quickly ripped it out of his chest. He gasped and fell to the ground, blood pooling around him.
Amelia crushed the heart, threw it to the ground and licked one of her fingers.
She needed to get her things and leave, she had to get back to Kirkwall.
The rogue glanced down at herself, her body was now twisted with lyrium, over her stomach and arms, her legs, thighs, feet and fingers. A piece of hair fell into her face, white.
She could only imagine what her friends would say. Especially Fenris...